Last year I went out for the night at a campsite a friend owns with some old mates I've not really seen in about 20 years (we used to drink in the same pubs every weekend) plus a now new mate (Sheldon) who is a friend of theirs. We spent the evening sitting round the fire-pit drinking and talking about old times before retiring to the hammocks. I didn't pay to stay there but I did drive so not a BAM. I met up with one of them again in January for another night out at a bit of land a friend of his owns for another night of drinking an talking rubbish - aided by the fact that the land is an orchard and so we were provided with some home made cider. Again I drove so not a BAM.
Last Wednesday I had a message to say they were going camping at the weekend, heading to the forest this time and on the bikes so to meet them in Newport at 4:30 Saturday if I was interested. So from low motivation last month I gone to doing March's BAM on the night of the 1st.
Forecast was for overnight temps of 6 so I packed the spring/autumn top-quilt and underquilt which helped offset the weight of 2 litres of water (we be cooking dinner and breakfast) and the required number of beers

Despite all this I managed to get it all on the bike with only the phone, Ralph and 2 beers in the waist pack.
The ride into Newport was fine as it didn't feature much climbing but the track up to the top of the downs was likely to be harder as I had the unloaded gear choice of 34/18 fitted and the weight of the liquids seemed considerable.
In the end it turned out ok and we were soon approaching the woods. I was looking forward to being shown some amazing new spot but it turns out so were they so we ended up at an area I've used before. Enough suitable trees for the two of us with hammocks (Rich and myself) and a flat-ish area for Sheldon's tent. As I started to get set-up Rich announced that he'd left his hammock at home, less than ideal. Various ways of getting it there were discussed, although I will say I think my idea to train a buzzard to fly back for it were dismissed before we'd really considered it properly

In the end he decided to make a shelter from his tarp and hope for the best. This had to be folded to keep the wind off and form a groundsheet. The ground was relatively soft as there was a good layer of leaf-litter but how much insulation this would provided would remain to be seen.
We weren't very far from a path (nowhere is) and we saw a guy walk past with a rucksack on. We kept quiet and he didn't spot us. We were about 40m from the path but there is very little vegetation at the moment. A few minutes later we hear someone shout out "Are you camping?" we all froze and looked at each other, then spotted it was the guy with the rucksack. We gingerly advised we were and he asked if we knew any other spots in the woods as he was looking for somewhere. We invited him to stay with us he if wanted so now we were 4. Turned out to be a really nice guy called Josh, who had walked over from Yarmouth over 2 days. He lives in Lymington and just thought he head out for 2 nights over the weekend.
We all cooked dinner - most had noodles, then sat around drinking and talking and drinking until about 11 pm. It was now getting chilly so we headed to bed. The thermometer had already dropped to 4, mmm, so much for a low of 6

Luckily as I knew the evening would involve sitting around I had brought my insulated trousers and down jacket so looks like I'd be sleeping in them. A reasonable nights sleep was had, it was obvious in the morning that the foot end of the hammock was too low so I slid down that end, if I had realized in the night I could have just turned round.
Despite the makeshift shelter Rich said he slept surprisingly well. He had brought lots of insulation for his hammock and some was synthetic so he laid on that and it seemed to keep the chill off from the ground. His is the triangle shaped tunnel
The overnight low was 1 in the trees. I was just warm enough but I should have brought the winter quilts. Out in the open it had been below freezing judging by the frost and frozen puddles. We had breakfast, packed up and headed out. I had quite a lot of water left so donated this to Josh as he would have a long walk before he could top his bottle up. This also meant he could have a brew with breakfast as he was running low on water and had planned to save it. It also made my bike lighter

One advantage of a social bivi is there is actually a picture of me as proof I was there
The first few miles would be all downhill so I left the down jacket on. When we got to the bottom of the track we stopped at the road to re-group. When Sheldon arrived I half joking asked what he'd forgotten as his front harness was empty? Ahh, so his sleeping bag had decided to abandon ship on the bumpy descent. He said we should ride on and he'd go back... but I quickly explained that's not how Boners do things so we all started back up the track. Aided by the high gearing and desire to warm up I shot off at great speed to look for it. If I'm honest when I set out I was hoping it wouldn't be too far back up the hill but I was committed now. Obviously it was most of the way up, in fact it had dropped out just as the climb leveled out a half mile back up the track. I was part way back when the other two arrived so we secured it back in the harness and headed back down again. We then road back along the roads to Newport before I peeled off for home, BAM mojo recharged ready for the next one.
That's 3/3 for 2025 and I think I'm now on 62 in a row.